Born and trained inside the Pride, Jökull was always an enthusiastic, friendly little cub with much promise. He always enjoyed learning how to use his element to his best ability and also practice in combat. He knew he was destined to be the greatest warrior the Pride had seen. His parents and Instructor, Hodurgan, were very proud and supportive of him. He and his best friend, Xerxes, would constantly practice, even after the official training sessions. And if he wasn't practicing, he was pretending he already was the greatest warrior in the Pride. When Jökull advanced in his trainings, he continually excelled and wowed away the Pride.There were rumors that he would become a Head Warrior in no time, and the idea appealed to Jökull. The idea of being a warrior became his passion and he sought after it.

Soon the time came for Jökull to transform into the warrior he was always meant to be. He met in the Grand Chamber with all of those he loved and soon the transformation began. Surrounded by the gold dust, like a caterpillar in it's chrysalis, Jökull felt new and alive. As he stepped out, his first time as an adult, the room became very silent and he was greeted by very shocked faces. Instead of a slim, mohawk-like section of mane, Jökull had a full and lush mane that wrapped around his face. However handsome he was with it, it was the one thing that would prevent all his dreams from coming true. And even after begging and pleading, Jökull was denied being a warrior.

Later that night, Jökull, in an outrage, slew his main rival as a training cub. He gathered his armor and fled the Pride, planning never to return.

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Not long afterwards, Jökull, starving from lack of food or gold dust, was scavenging for leftover prey. He hadn't seen a single bite to eat in several days, and throughout the year hadn't had much in general. You could see his bones and ribs, and he ached with every step. He was a nomad with no where to go, no where to stay. Life had been downright awful, but he continually put one paw in front of the other in order to survive. The world seemed deserted.

Suddenly, in the distance he saw something move. It was black and bubbly, but there was something struggling in it. Jökull, as fast as he could anyway, quickly ran in hopes of a stuck taxon. Upon getting to the tar pit, what Jökull saw terrified him. The struggling thing, sort of lion-like, eventually collapsed. Believing he just witnessed a Greater Being, Jökull watched from afar, careful not to be seen by the struggling creature. He watched intently, fear ripping through his body, and he waited. Jökull stayed there, his hunger forgotten, his eyes never leaving the body.

Later after the strange lion woke up, Jökull began following this lion. He seemed to amuse the very scary lion, and he swore loyalty to him. At least he did in his mind, because Jökull was too scared to talk to him. He would keep his distance, but he was intrigued by the strange bony blue lion. He began calling him Ocho, which was what the lion was beginning to be known as, even by others. Day after day, Jökull followed the lion, hunted for the lion, watched the lion. Something about Ocho made Jökull admire him.

One brave night, Jökull decided he would try to talk to the lion. He didn't want to say anything annoying or displeasing, for he saw what happened to the lions that did displease Ocho. Just a couple of words to initiate the conversation. Ocho seemed amused that he finally spoke up, and although he didn't say much, Jökull thought it was progress with the lion. Soon he would begin to say more and more to Ocho, who never really said much back to him. Eventually, Jökull was talking to Ocho and venting out his problems with the Pride. He had gone on and on and Ocho was done and annoyed. Ocho, in a snarling anger, gave Jökull a good hit with his paw, that sliced through part of the Taxon hide on his armor and created large gashes on him. Jökull was astounded and terrified at the same time. Ocho was advancing on him, and Jökull, knowing just what he could do, froze Ocho in place and quickly fled. He knew that a little bit of ice would not hold that lion down and that Ocho would probably hunt Jökull down.

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Months after the incident, Jökull felt betrayed by all lion-kind. He felt as though he had no home with anyone and resorted to seclusion. He was angry for the longest time, and he felt dull and meaningless after the anger. He focused on building a place to live made by ice. And after a long time of working, finally made his ice castle, although he continually adds to it. He also focused on hunting, and soon became very good at it. His elemental skills have nearly been perfected. Whenever coming across a lion, it's not rare to see Jökull freeze him over to add to his collection in front of his castle. Mostly this is to say "Beware" to any others who pass by. Sometimes he'll mess with lions to tighten up on his combat fighting.

Here, in his lonely ice castle, Jökull plans and schemes away.